As Chen Nuoyi asked this tricky question, the atmosphere on the scene turned awkward for a moment.
Su Yuan cleared his throat lightly and said:
"Nuoyi, don't blurt out such blunt truths... Besides, the situation isn't that urgent anymore. At most, I'll just draw a little bit of power from the people, not going too far."
Heh, it's too late to regret now.
The people of the world aren't fools. Who borrowed their swords, who caused the demon race's potential to plummet, who devoured massive amounts of colleagues, and who slaughtered billions of people—everyone will soon figure it out.
By then, it's easy to imagine what the reputation of the Primordial Sect will become.
Thinking of how, in the near future, they would live amidst the curses of the people in the Taixu World, Chen Nuoyi couldn't help but dig out a three-room one-hall with her toes.
The only consolation was that this was the Illusion Realm World, not reality.
